Philadelphia Dominatrix Collective-Review from G

The following is a review from sub G

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In all my years visiting professional dominas, by far the most explosive, mind shattering experiences were with Philadelphia Dominatrix Domina Lexx Envy. It is why I decided to focus solely on seeing her. After two months she decided to put me in a permanent chastity device and add distance training to fill the gap between our biweekly sessions. To some extent I was a bit surprised when she suggested I should book a double session with her and another dominant lady, as she knew how aroused I got from the idea that I am her total property. She suggested I do not think of it as serving another dominant lady but more of as a test of my loyalty to her. The following account is I believe an accurate record of my sixteenth session with Domina and her partner Mistress X. This was the first time I had a session with two professional dominants simultaneously.
It was a cold winter day in Philadelphia and I was a bit nervous as I walked up the stairs to her familiar dungeon. As I walked in, Domina welcomed me. There was no sign of Mistress X. I felt confused and a bit comforted, thinking maybe that was my test of loyalty. My sessions with Domina are very intimate and the thought of sharing them with another woman bothered me. Moreover, I can barely handle Domina myself, how would I be able to handle two? Remarkably, it never occurred to me to simply ask if we are still on for a double session, all I could focus on was Domina and how amazing she looked. She had long luxurious, brown hair, cascading down her back and shoulders and a beautiful face to match, with a fine bone structure. Not the girl next-door type of face, but the sort of beautiful  face that could often look arrogant and scornful, like a top fashion model. Her wide, expressive eyes could fool one into believing you’re the object of extreme affection one moment, but then chill your blood with dread with an icy-cold, disdainful stare the next. She had the sort of beauty that gave out warning signals that she could contemptuously snub any unwanted male overture and
I certainly wouldn’t have had the confidence to approach her had I seen her sitting alone. In addition, she also had a sensational body, with long lovely legs. Her bare shoulders were quite broad making her sizable, firm breasts appear perfectly proportionate. Her waist was very slim and the tight latex flowed on down to outline the sublime curvature of her hips and backside. She was wearing one of those incredibly sexy, figure hugging, black, shiny latex dresses. With her black leather high-heeled boots and elbow length black satin gloves, the whole effect was breathtaking.
I was ordered to strip and assume the preparatory position – forehead to the floor, hands stretched straight out in front of me, knees spread wide, and buttocks raised –
Domina took her time and seemed to be considering her options. As she walked slowly around me I felt her hands caressing my back, stroking my neck and touching my backsides. It felt so sensational that I simply had to look up. I could see the tight latex straining against her perfectly formed thighs and my eyes rose up to her full huge breasts and to her beautiful face starring down at me. “Assume the position slave!” she ordered with a firm voice. I felt embarrassed, what was I thinking? I just exhibited insubordination. I forced my forehead to the floor almost wanting to bang it against the hand scraped hardwood flooring when I heard a second voice. “I thought you said this slave is well trained?” it was the voice of Mistress X. While curious to know how Mistress X looks like, I managed to resist the strong impulse to look up this time. I felt that a more discrete opportunity for a sneak peek at Domina’s partner in crime was just around the corner, but before I could satisfy my curiosity I was swiftly blindfolded and gagged.
“It is now time for you to suffer for my pleasure slave”, Domina said with a commanding voice.
As usual, she was diabolically inventive with her impressive arsenal of torture devices.
The next half an hour was dedicated to torturing me, using a variety of electro-torture implements for CBT and NT.
Domina seemed totally indifferent to my increasingly desperate attempts to register some indication that I wanted urgently to communicate my growing discomfort
– the more expressive I got – the more she relentlessly upped the pain level by carefully and precisely, inflicting torment I didn’t think possible with some diabolically evil nipple and body clamps. This was followed by severe canning, whipping and flogging that left me shaking.

When my blindfold was removed there was no sign of Mistress X. Was I imagining hearing another voice earlier? All I could see now was Domina’s big, flawlessly clear green eyes momentarily displaying feigned sympathy for the ordeal I was experiencing. Then, still acting her deceiving compassionate role, she’d perform brutally cruel acts like pulling me forward, against the testicle rope, tugging on the body clamp strings, making them bite further into and lacerate my flesh even more, cynically implying that all this was upsetting her delicate sensibilities as much as it was distressing me. Throughout my anguish I was also aware from her bright, elated, luminous eyes and deep breathing that she was almost certainly getting some sort of sexual stimulation during these embraces. More especially when she’d rub her latex clad pelvis and hips up and down against the hanging, raw, mutilated flesh she was torturing at will. Every time I felt the pain part is over, Domina introduced a new sadistic device to use.
As I was blindfolded again, Domina told me that she was very pleased with me.
This caused me to have a swift and uncontrollable erection even though I was still in a great deal of pain.
Domina poured soft cold lubricant on my cock. This is the part where I am typically ordered to stroke my cock, but both my hands where still bound.
“I would like to introduce Mistress X” said Domina. “Hello slave!” said Mistress X “Domina gave you exquisite pain and I will give you exquisite pleasure”.
Her hands began to stroke my erected cock. But instead of approaching climax, I felt my cock getting softer and softer in her hands.
After a couple of seconds I heard both of them laughing. “He may be truly owned, Domina” said Mistress X.
“There is only one way to find out” replied Domina, as she approached me and was pressing against my body. I could feel the renewed erection.
The pain slowly and miraculously began to mutate into a sort of agonized erotic ecstasy. It was the most exhilarating and stimulating feeling I’ve ever experienced in my life.
The final overwhelming climax finally came as Domina was leaning against the front of my bounded body. I could smell her perfume and feel the full latex clad curvaceous body of this gorgeously seductive, pitiless sadist forcing herself against mine. The sensation this time of her latex clad hips against my giant erection was just too explosive and I experienced the most mind shattering and glorious orgasm I have ever felt. Huge amounts of spunk flowed all over. It went on and on like never before, and during that period I felt an outstanding pleasure.

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Philadelphia Dominatrix Collective: Travels: The Philly Dominas are coming to Boston!

Just a quick reminder that The Philly Dominas will be in the Boston area
this weekend, April 29th 2016 until April 30th 2016.
We will return to Philadelphia Sunday evening May 1st 2016 and will return to our normal schedules on Monday.
We have a few openings left, so email us now if you’d like to see us!
With  Kinky thoughts.

The Philly Dominas

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Wankers Beware….

So something I feel should be addressed (but never see blogged about) is The Black List.

The Black List is real- it is a comprehensive list of aliases, real names, email address, IP addresses, phone numbers and so-called preferences of gentlemen who seem to either not realize they are time wasters, or get off on wasting a Domme’s time and appointments. It’s shared by not only our select group but  a wide range of Dommes across the country, mostly by traveling or local Dommes in a particular city’s scene. We DO talk, and we DO keep track of clients who no call/no show, cancel last minute or send long winded, frantic emails designed to solicit a response for a free “get-off.” Also listed are clients who started out as normal subs but get overly attached, go beyond bounds or become dangerous in their obsessions with their Mistresses.

The BDSM community on the whole looks out for each other, but especially our very own Philly Sister Dommes. Be forewarned that if you contact a Domme and claim to have seen us, we will have a record of it and will be able to verify. Likewise if we are seeing someone new, a reference and a deposit may be demanded to make sure that you are sincere. If you provide a false reference you will be ignored outright. There are those out there that are too cheap to put out for a real session, and therefore try to get their rocks off by pretending to be sincere, or are just too stupid to realize that a session is blocked off for you and you alone, and if you don’t call to confirm it’s not considered booked, or if you cancel last minute, that you are now on the shit list of that Domina.

Most of us have a good bullshit meter and also are willing to allow for the real situations that come up- hey, we all know that work and emergencies do happen- but we each have a limit. Cross it, and never get a real session in the city of your choice again. If you truly offend you will be posted to the public Black List websites, where your name, phone number, email and any other relevant info will be made public for easy search engine inquiries- which is VERY unfavorable as most of us Google names and phone numbers these days… The internet is a wonderful, terrible thing. Not the sort of website most people would like to find their personal info on and easily found via search engine, no?

Time Wasters also waste money; for a lot of us, this is our career. We are good at it for a reason, and our discretion and ability to fulfill your kink is the reason for the tribute. Perhaps they don’t know that they also are wasting time for a sub who could have served their Mistress and had their needs met until the desire strikes again, as if is often wont to do.

In short- make sure you use some common sense when booking with a Dominatrix. If you don’t know that you can keep your appointment, or if you are easily confused by email, then don’t schedule one. Not only are you being disrespectful to your Mistress, but you are hogging the space of a sub that actually needs the relief a session can bring. Wasting our time is also wasting a fellow slave’s, and being rude gets your nowhere….

Kinky Thoughts,

The Philly Dominas

when Worlds Collide…

So, for the most part, Dommes try to keep their personal and separate lives fairly far apart. Sometimes though, for the lucky slave, a Mistress has need to.. barter…
Even the most self sufficient Domme needs a little gimme sometimes…
Last  night I saw a very fun little bitch. I had need of some good drywalling and plastering in my newest abode, and he had a hankering for some serious bondage and strap on training. Lady M and I set the scene with a dungeon lit by candle light and some low volume Electro pumping in th background.  I wore my new red latex dress, long-sleeved and short skirt. Lady wore a sexy Cenobyte style dress in PVC, laced tight over her gorgeous breasts and hips.
After this whore had done a full day’s work at my abode, we decided payment would be goods in kind. luckily for me, I won out as my per hour diem is substantially higher than this bitch’s is. A regular pain slut, we warmed this bitch up with some serious ass smacking and some lashing to get that flesh red and warm. With each sharp slap, I made sure another gentle caress followed, to heighten and soothe my little bitch. Harder and harder I slapped this whore, until I knew he was ready to receive my lash….  which I of course gave with full attention.
Earlier in the day, I stood at attention over my little bitch, as he measured and tried to tell me what I needed to order in the way of construction supplies to repair a nasty leak in My House. Being nobody’s fool, and taught by my engineer daddy, I knew this sub was trying to rip me off. Daddy didn’t raise no fool. When I suggested barter, the fool of course leapt at the chance. He of course didn’t realize that I am like The Professional… you may think you are in control, but I will come and get you out of The Dark.
After an hour or so of making this asshole understand the true meaning of pain and subjugation under mine and Lady M’s control, full of slapping and kicks and begging for mercy as we violated and welted his buttocks, he finally yielded.. and I got my leaky pipes fixed for, for a steal…
Mistress X

Pride, Prejudice and Pain Sluts

During the course of training our lovely new apprentice, Lady M, it’s been fun to not only show her the how’s and why’s, but also explaining the hidden aspects of our line of work. Last night for example, in getting her website taken care of- the text of a website tells you a lot about the Domme you are interested in. Is her grammar and spelling correct? Is it descriptive without sounding egotistical? Do her interests line up with yours? Are her photos flattering, and does it really portray the person you end up seeing?

Nothing is worse then a site with these errors. Not everyone can breeze through with a 4.0 in their English courses, but spell check or a site designer can easily fix these flaws.

We also got into the whole aspect of telephone sessions, which are not only fun but are a great way to session with clients that can’t afford the tribute of a regular, in the flesh one. I have spent several very memorable evenings enjoying a glass of wine and describing how I’m making my phone whore suck my toes, or ordering him to take a belt and crack his ass with it so I can hear it over the line. Sometimes a descriptive conversation about the slippery feel of my latex catsuit against my flesh, or how I’ll chain him to my wall and pour hot wax all over his balls, can be a great way to encourage a visit for the real deal.

Explaining tribute is also enlightening- while it seems subs are offering a lot for a short period of time, the costs to a Domme behind the scenes does demand it. A hour session should be totally fulfilling for both, but there’s also the demands on your Mistress’s time. You may play from 6-7, but she’s got to travel to the play space, make sure she’s dressed and made up to fulfill the fantasy you are looking for, and let’s be honest- fetish clothing is not cheap. What is only an hour for you, is more like 3 for her… And the rent of play space, photos, and advertising- as well as the aforementioned website? It adds up, my friend.

Propriety and hygiene on a slave’s part is also important. Nothing is worse then a sub with swamp ass. Bitch, I took time to look and smell good, the least you can do is spend 5 minutes with some soap and a wash cloth to freshen up the downtown. Cleaning the mussy is also key. If you get shit on my carpet, I’ll make you clean it with your tongue. Toys, cleaning products, puppy pads, even plastic liners for messy play like GS or sploshing add up. God I love throwing food at a slave… Pudding makes the most hilarious sound as it splats a face.

I once had a noob who had never seen a Domme or had any experience in BDSM. We went over the rules, tried several kinks and when I got out my strap on and started making him suck it, he took that as invitation to try and stick his fingers in my lady bits. I have never had to slap someone so hard without it being agreed on beforehand. He looked extremely surprised and I told him very sternly that we had discussed that I was not a hooker with a whip and what he was and wasn’t allowed before we got started. His response of “But I paid you more then I paid the call girl I saw last night” was laughed at and I informed him if he was looking for that, he’d be better off buying the toys and paying the call girl instead of expecting anything like that from a respectable Domme. What a dumb fuck.

Slaves- be warned. Why I may cuckold you or tease you by waving my pantied, luscious and firm ass in your face, if you EVER think it’s alright to touch my magnificent pussy, you got another thing coming.

With kinky thoughts,

Mistress X

Whip It… Whip It Good…

I am often reminded, now that I am returned from my 2 year hiatus, how much I MISSED THIS SHIT!!!

I have enjoyed taking new photos, launching new ads, all that pain in the ass stuff. You know why? That sweet, sweet sound of my hand slapping new pink flesh. Among other things. But mostly that. You know that sound. That meaty, sharp, flinch-inducing noise of a properly aimed SMACK! Wham! The sting in my palm that I know is far outstripped by the needle-like pain now rippling across the ass of my fortunate sub. Watching the hesitant blush start to spread across pale cheeks, growing rosier and warmer with each additional slap. That gasp and clench as each hit lands home.

The feel of the handle in my grip. that lovely braided leather under my palm, looped over my wrist, the almost silent whoosh in the air as I heft it into a classic figure eight swing, the resonant thud of it hitting its target. Every. Time. Then the lighter, more pliable swish s I test the air with a riding crop- old, worn but so reliable. That crack! of leather hitting a tender inside of thigh, back, ass, scrotum.

I’ve been back in play about 3 months now, and I still grin every time I lower my panties slowly and release warm piss all over a groaning bitch, every time i make a man-whore kiss my ass and slap him for daring to lick or try anything beyond the limits I laid out for the stupid slut. I haven’t laughed this much in months… Nothing is funnier then finding more fucked up shit to say to a sub while we role play, except maybe making a toy massage my feet while I drink a glass of wine and use my whip to guide them to the sore spots. No words- just a kinky game of hot and cold.

Today I enjoyed using a TON of rope to bind and subdue a sub who had never spent time in my tender care before. I whipped and lashed him to the point of breaking a sweat, and still he never made a noise. I love a natural born sub- he knew to assume my favored position in between beatings, never made a peep and was readily open to expanding his boundaries. Next time I think I’ll bind him with vet wrap and piss on his face….

With Kinky Thoughts,

Mistress X

A little sploshing

I saw one of My regular toys the other evening. He’s very into sploshing which I do not get to do very often. It can get a bit messy but I have an enjoyable time none the less. Besides, I can get him to eat most of the mess. He also loves feet and humiliation. The more dirty and degrading the better. How delightful! I make him do the most ridiculous things. I’ve covered him in chocolate sauce, trampled and rubbed My feet all over him and made him lick all the chocolate off  My dirty feet. I spit on him, I’ve stuffed him with cupcakes to then make him eat it. The other night I was nice enough to allow him to jerk off onto a piece of cake. Of course I then made him eat it.  Whatever he could’t eat he had to rub on himself. The depravity is endless with him. I know he enjoys every second of the humiliation. I mean how else would he be able to get an attractive woman to pay any attention to him? I do enjoy playing with him. He is very sweet and submissive. I wanted to try jello at one point but realized the food coloring would be a pain in the ass to get off. I think our next session I may try pudding. Smooth and silky to the one it is being rubbed all over. Would glide nicely over the skin.

Mistress Isadora